K. Morris's Blog, page 68

When my Busy Thoughts

When my busy thoughts

For a moment, stop,

I become aware

Of the clock

Ticking away my day.

 

I may turn away

And write.

But old Time

Will not delay

The night

To accommodate my rhyme.

I Met a Young Man Named Wong

I met a young man named Wong

Who spoke of wine, women and song.

When I said, “is that Housman?”,

He said, “no, it is Dowson!”.

He’s an educated young man is Wong!

A Hyacinth’s Scent Last Night

A hyacinth’s scent last night

Brought such delight

To me as she stood,

Pure and white

In her box of wood.

 

 

Others unopened stood

In that box of wood.

They will flower and die

As will I.

There Once Was a Place

There once was a place

Where men went

To find a kind

Of temporary content

And many a girl’s face

Graced that place

Where men could buy

A lie

Of love.

But perhaps a few

Believed it was true.

 

Some poor fools

Tried to buy

Girl’s love

With jewels.

The girls would smile

And would inwardly say,

“He is good

For a while

Until his money runs away”.

 

 

Sometimes, girls awaking from sleep

Would weep

And when kindly men

Heard them cry

They would wonder “why

Do I

Try to buy

Her love?”.

 

Some men would di...

Brevity

I once met a lawyer in Crown Court

Who said, “your poem is unfinished and short …”.

At Christmas Time

At Christmas time

I compose a rhyme

Of winter weather

And us all together

Emptying the wine

As we talk of bygone times,

While the clock on the wall

Watches us all

Until sleep calls

Us one by one

And we are gone.

A Young Lady’s Reputation

A young lady of this great nation

Is well known for her spotless reputation.

Her name it is Miss Heather

And we’ve never been seen together

Which explains that young lady’s spotless reputation …

 

Happy Christmas!

I would like to wish all of my readers a very happy Christmas! I hope the remainder of the present year and the coming one brings happiness to you all.

 

Very best wishes. Kevin

As I Walked a Great Country Estate

As I walked a great country estate

I met with that feisty Miss Kate.

When I said, “is it pleasant

To play at being a peasant?”,

She said, “get off my father’s estate!”.

Dogs

On the ground

Logs lie

While all around

Joyous dogs

Spend their day

In play

Unaware of the decay

Of logs

And of how I

Envy dogs

In their play.